Kierkegaard's existential crisis deepens.
It's a cruel joke, really. You see, I've been reading this philosopher, Heidegger, and he's got it all wrong. His whole 'Being and Time' thing is just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. I mean, who needs 'Being' when you've got Netflix and pizza?
And don't even get me started on his whole 'authenticity' thing. I've got a perfectly authentic existential crisis, if you know what I mean. It's like, 'I've got my coffee, but is it really me?'
Is it really me? - a subpage for the soul-searchingly confused.
Heidegger's response: "You are not just confused, my friend, you are already late."